The Color of Change

I am a child of the 1960s. I was nearly born colored, as my mother had been but slipped between the cracks of definition. She, born in a more tranquil time the color of separate but equal. We learned, though, it was equal only in the way same-color paint bought in two batches is equal.…

Sorry

Busy at work all week, with a jacked-up back. As a result, I haven’t been on the computer at all, really. Hope to catch up with all of you soon. Foss and Jeanne will have to keep waiting.

Struggling Through It, Part 3

I am writing a character-driven book. I’ve been saying that to myself all day. It’s as much a surprise to me as to anyone, even though by now, it should have been obvious. I’ve always tried to be pretty in-depth about characters, but until now, all my stories have been plot driven. And yes, I…

Struggling Through It, Part 1

I’ve been struggling with my latest work-in-progress, the suspense novel Jeanne Dark, despite the fact that I know and like the characters and have plotted the entire book. Indeed, as I told Maria tonight, I feel like my characters have become impatient with me, egging me on to write the damned book already. So, I’m…

Soldiers in Jah Army

i naw suffer fi da sound ‘cau him give me wha’ me need fight him war here wi’ mi words naw gon’ smokin’ up him weed ’cause we live in babylon think they know just what we are i can walk inna garage it won’t make me pretty car soldiers in Jah army

Hello from the Potomac River

Just a quick “hello” video from Maria and me at the C&O Canal on the Potomac River in Maryland, USA. This doesn’t approach the clarity from how it looks raw on my Mac, but it’ll give you an idea. Taken with my little Fujifilm X-20 in High Definition. Ta

Play Around It

Fourplay, featuring Nathan East Play around, play around it. Play around, play around it. (Repeat) All players playing; sure feels nice. Beat is popping and the mood is right. Don’t stop bopping till you feel the vibe Get your baby in the morning light. All players jamming, and it sure feels tight. Beat is slamming…

Legacy

Sometimes, it’s not clear that anything you do matters. You live your life, do your thing, and hope for the best. At the end of the day, often it appears that no one will remember your little bits. But I remain hopeful. You see, in the end, we aren’t in control of what our destiny…

Colors Seem to Fade

It’s odd how a song can trigger a memory. They sweep in, unannounced, like that loud aunt who never gets invited but shows up anyway, bringing with her all of the energy in the room. This particular aunt brought with it the memory of my grandma’s funeral. To my surprise, I began to cry, even…